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Truth in Advertising.

Made up word for the day:  tellee: (noun/pronoun) tel `ee     the person you want to tell something to.

I was asked the other day to respond to the question, “what do you want?”  I think this is easy to answer on the surface, but to be more than superficial, it has to be explored on a floor just below the lowest level the elevator stops.  The internal workings of the mind tend to be stored in the sub basement, not always easy to get to and shake out for fear they will bring with them, goblins, that will scare away the partner you want to stay around.

The answers are there in two icons.  One is the altered format, that which will only include what one believes is what the other wants to hear.  This is not as much deceptive as it is protective.  How do you not scare the hell out of somebody? You present these responses with the full intent of not allowing what is hidden behind them to ever peek into your life and show a distorted face.

The other is the absolute truth.  This is the one that probably frightens the truth teller considerably more that it would panic the tellee.  This is the dungeon, where all the ghosts are hanging out, ready to pounce on an unsuspecting mate and throw the relationship to a pack of starving coyotes.

What role does love play in all this?  Better said, what do we expect from our other half, potential or actual, when those true stories are revealed?  How much should we ask for?  How deep should we fill the pot of noodles?

This depends on what kind of relationship you want. How much faith do you have in the other part of the couple that you are?

Truth revealed?  I want it all.

I want to be happy.  I want to slow dance.  I want to be able to say what I think needs to be mentioned, discussed, hashed over and resolved.

I want to laugh.  And I want to hold hands.  I want to be more than lovers, I want to be best friends. I want to forgive and be forgiven.  I want to explore the emotional and physical precipices of a relationship, taking the smooth trail in the middle only when there ain’t no other way around.

I don’t care where the road goes, as long as it goes, somewhere.  And I want to be on it.

I don’t want to drink my coffee alone.

No more conflict, no more confrontation, no more stubborn responses. I want to talk out a problem, not argue about it.  I want to accept and be accepted, be different and be okay with that, at the same instance, allow differences to thrive in whoever sits beside me in the front seat of the car.

I like me, and I don’t want to change me.  If I love, then I don’t want to change that which I love.  But I am willing to grow, to be better at life, partnerships and co-living.

I want the little stuff to be little and irrelevant, and the big stuff to be secured in common sense, compromise and with love as the embodying resolution.

Skeleton bones belong in the mausoleum, not in an emotional partnership.  Ghosts can haunt a house but shouldn’t be found hiding in the attic you share with your lover.

What do I want?  In a relationship, I want exactly what I would give.  I want it all.